O Savior of Hoenn, name one hero who was happy / Sear your name into history, hurricane girl | Personals DNI. I want nothing to do with the wider fandom
Itās always ārevenge wonāt give you back what you lostā and āmurder is wrongā and never how was the bloody violent revenge the bloody violent revenge looked fun was it fun
May's bizaare relationship w/ Hoenn has strings that gods don't come attached with btw. The idea of there being a solid distinction between her existence and that of the region itself is a human delusion. ( And May knows this. She's just better equipped to handle it than most because her mind's always been a bit abnormal. ) It's just rarely comes up because it's a weird ass eldritch loci incapable of understanding or giving a shit about mortal concerns. If it feels threatened, she'd be forced to act as an extension of it's will regardless of her personal feelings on the matter.
Deoxys's creators were less star trek aliens and more like giant psychic space worms who mastered genetic engineering. Creating something like Mewtwo would have been child's play for them if their society was at all towards violence. If anything, they would have considered our own race's hierarchical values abhorent... And we be deeply offended by their inability to understand the concept of bodily autonomy. They were the kind of beings who'd shove a spine into your bloodstream and start modifying your biology without your consent unless specifically asked not to do so.
Most Hoennians don't use the term indigenous to refer to themselves btw. Some of the more nationalistic would actually be offended by the idea because that would imply that their land was successfully conquered by outsiders. ( Keep in mind that there's still a few people with memories of foreign occupation. It's a very sore topic for the older generations. )
Don't try to marry May for love because she'll always say no. Offer to marry her for politics or tax evasion or just to screw over your parents and she might actually consider it.
May searches through the cabinet till she finds a small shot glass. After giving the hot sauce bottle a wary sniff, she fills it to the brim and tosses it back with a thoughtful look.
"Y'know this ain't the worst combination I've tried. It's missing some ingredient but there's potential there. Whoever did this's onto something."
Land cryptids: We think it was probably a wolf with mange.
Sea cryptids: So it turns out there really is a creature of the abyss with glowing skin and fifty-foot barbed tentacles that somehow evaded reliable documentation for several thousand years, but we're going to act like these two cases are equivalent because anecdotal descriptions of its appearance have historically been somewhat inaccurate.